The Big Guy and I have flown the coop, so to speak. We went to Clear Lake this weekend. It is a very cool place. We had a great time, and when we came home I looked for The Little Dog at the window, but she wasn’t there because she’s dead. Long Live the Little Dog. My attempts to bring her back from the dead have failed, and her ashes are currently in a tiny cedar box in the garage. Her ashes were on the hearth but I couldn’t look at the little cedar box any more.
Last night I thought I heard her shaking her head. I guess I will hear that for a while.
In the mean time, the Big Guy and I are traveling around, something we have not been able to do because the Little Dog forbid it. We have plans to go to Vegas in August and San Diego in September. After that, probably back to Clear Lake. We are sort of looking for a double wide at Clear Lake and sort of not. Kind of like if someone drops a trailer on us by the lake, we’ll take it.